catch-all.

[merced]

WHO: Aranea Highwind + select individuals
WHERE: New Amsterdam
WHEN: OOC: February | IC: September 16 - 30.
WHAT: February catch-all!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: n/a for now - will edit if needed.

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[fessus]

[ Her airy tone actually works something akin to a faint smile out of him, about to lift his head and toss it her way when... well, it ends up pointed at a man's back instead. There's a half-second of confusion before he works out what's just happened, and then those eyes turn skyward in an impressive roll. He's dealt with unwanted attention his entire life and knows the ins and outs of the process well, though Aranea's able to dismiss a would-be suitor far more directly than he'd been able to. (Harsh rejections of blushing school girls aren't really an option when you're royalty and have to view them as subjects you'll one day serve as king.) ]

... I guess it's good he asked first...

Do you have to deal with that a lot? I mean... [ She's pretty; it makes sense. But he can't say that. ] I get it.

[merced]

[ Her shoulder shifts in half a shrug, not quite disinterested in the subject matter. ]

Some nights are worse than others. This place is a watering hole.

[ She never had the pressure of having to deal with particularly tricky entanglements of rank and courtship; even when she had the 87th, fraternisation had never been an issue, because she simply didn't do it. It would have reflected poorly on her as a leader. Elsewhere - like here, for example, tonight - it's the neatly arranged accident of her looks. She doesn't even get tips for playing along, so why bother? ]

What about you? The handsome prince thing probably sounded like a fairytale waitin' to happen to lots of people.

[fessus]

... what, you mean did people buy me drinks a lot?

[ A joke at least, to start. It's strange actually just sitting here with her, having a normal conversation that isn't punctuated by necessity, violence, or injury. It's nice, inasmuch as he ever finds casual conversation with someone he doesn't know well "nice". ]

Ah, not like that... Girls would give me things, like notes or chocolates or whatever. Mostly they'd just keep their distance and talk, though, which you get used to.

[ It's a lonely, isolating existence... but one Prompto had broken into with a sharp slap on the back and a greeting, one fateful day. ]

[merced]

[ Aranea can relate to about half of that - men give her things uninvited, certainly, but rarely do they keep their distance and just talk amongst themselves. Noctis has just seen that in action. Hopefully, it'll be the only time tonight, but part of her just wishes he would move over so the seat next to hers would be filled. If she could be bothered moving her leg unnecessarily, she'd do it herself, but, eh. ]

No little girlfriend or anything? No one to hold hands with during school assemblies?

[ She asks, as he reminisces about... Prompto. Well, yeah.

That tracks. ]